practically choking on the bit while chomping at it. you can’t restart that fast! if all practicalities came true we’d be screwed. we need magic. we need unexplained unexplainables. we need wishing. i’ve got my fucking fingers crossed, how about you? what do you want? what are you hoping for? i’m not religious but…elephant heads and 11 arms and people coming back from the dead or down from the moon on the tail of a comet seems to make as much sense as spending a dollar on a scratch off. i’m waiting on that call that never comes. i’m losing my exploding muh-muh-muh-mind over here and no one can stop me. who’s gonna set you free? who wants to be free in the fucking first place? i’d like to be much more expensive. i’m looking farther than tomorrow when i look forward. can you see the greed in my eyes? i’ve bitten off more than i can chew on several occasions and everything turned out just fine. gimme some more! shove it down my bullshit ass cock throat. i’m begging you. please oh please whoever answers prayers answer mine. lumps of coal are great and fine and dandy when you’re cold but the sun is shining and the weather is fine and i’m tired of waiting. so many places and things. how can anyone ever sit still with adventure right around the corner just lying dormant and ready to whisk you away to some other land where not only do they not know your name but they can’t even pronounce that shit. and and and why are you still here? why are you still thinking about this? why have you pounded in your tent stakes? buzz off cocksucker and shoo fly. fly fly, fly fly…
